Captive Freckles – A Collaboration With Aurora Phoenix

“I wondered what made her blush,
and I knew I wanted to see it again.”

There was something about the way her freckled cheeks turned red that caught my attention. I wondered what made her blush. If it was something I said, or something that crossed her mind. It made the green of her eyes brighten like dew tickling grass on a warm summer morning.

suffused with roses
her emerald gaze
drew inward
coppery lashes lowered
demure veils
obscuring the windows
into her inner fracas.
her cheeks scrawl a chapter
unabridged
in a language
I studied once –
long since forgot.
I scrabble
the freckled pattern –
cues to the lost tongue.